Deep in the 420 Acre Woods,
Where friends found the things that ruined Their childhoods.
Winnie the Pooh and Eeyore stood
In the darkest corner of the Backwoods.
They sat on the old grey Tree
Where Rabbit and Tigger competed for their longest wee-wee.
Here is a story not of lobotomy,
But hence is a tale of indifferent sodomy.
"Eeyore-Chan. Why have you brought me here?"
Asked Pooh curiously.
"Pooh Bear, you dare...? I am a queer."
Confessed Eeyore with slight guilt in his eyes.
"There's nothing wrong with that, but is that all?"
Questioned Pooh.
"No. I'll take you from the window to the wall."
Eeyore said seductively, rolling his eyes back.
"You're weird Eeyore. You need to take Therapy Class."
Claimed Pooh in disgust.
"How 'bout you hop in this ass?" Eeyore began to flirt.
"Oh pooh, oh pooh, I wish you would fill my pooh pooh hole."
"Bitch, I wouldn't fuck you a-whole!"
Exclaimed Pooh.
Eeyore began to sweat. His depression was mysteriously going away now.
Before Pooh could get up and run, Eeyore let out a loud yelp heard as far as L.A.
He charges at Pooh, tripping trying him onto his hands and knees.
Pooh yells for his life, "No no, PLEASE!"
Eeyore has a tingling sensation below.
It feels like it's gonna blow.
"Pooh, I'm going to penetrate your tree hole. It'll be filled with my warm honey.
After this, I'll pay you with money."
Said Eeyore ecstaticly.
Eeyore's muscular weewee flew into Pooh's pooh hole like Bugs Bunny hopping into his hole
in the ground.
"OHHH BOTHER!" Screamed Pooh!
"Yes! Who's your father?!" Yelled Eeyore as he humped back and forth, holding onto Pooh's
waste tightly.
Eeyore's face was happy, he smiled so brightly.
Poor Pooh was suffering hard. (Not to mention he was mentally challenged.) He was raped...
...Oh that poor retard.
Pooh was exhausted, tears running down his face.
Eeyore had been cumming excessively in Pooh's asshole, not pulling out for grace.
Eeyore's ferocious lust had calmed down, and he pulled his limp, slimy dong out of Pooh's
horribly beaten donkey kong. He trotted away innocently, but left behind Pooh on the
ground menacingly.
Pooh was diagnosed with an eating disorder, and PTSD not long after his rape. Pooh sat home
alone the rest of his life drinking, becoming more and more out of shape.
Enough rhyme, we're running out of time.
One night, Piglet was out on the yard across his rusty trailer. He sat out on his foldable chair
under the moonlight with a beer in his hand, relieving his anxiety attacks from the past week.
*sigh*
"F-f-f-fuck my life. I'm through with these bitches." Whispered Piglet to himself.
Suddenly out of nowhere, Piglet could feel a warm breeze running down his neck, giving him
chills. It was like someone was breathing on him.
"F-f-f-fuck you Piglet." Whispered Eeyore as soon as he crept up silently behind Piglets chair.
Eeyore had felt that same, strange and familiar ecstasy running through his flabby, furry body
like shocks of electricity.
He goes up to Piglet where he stands up putting out his front hooves on the top ends of the
chair.
A long shadowy figure stood up against Piglet.
Eeyore began to drool, the saliva dripping onto Piglets face. Piglet was shocked, and dropped
his half-empty bottle in surprise.
" Eeyore? Is that you? W-w-w-w-what the hell is up with you, damn it?" Asked Piglet,
pissed off and anxious.
"Piglet Sempai, I want to love you."
Moaned Eeyore.
Eeyore slowly leaned his head towards Piglet. He felt his genitals rise up from down under.
Before he could make his next move, Piglet quickly reaches for his beer bottle next to him
and swings it at Eeyore's forehead, knocking him unconscious beside the chair. Piglet gets up
and looks at Eeyore one more time.
"Oh d-d-d-d-dear... I was almost fucked by a queer." Piglet walks to his trailer and hangs
himself over his kitchen.
The end.